What Zhang Yuchen said was true.
Offering sacrifices to the departed before a grave did indeed have such an effect.
Whether the spirits of the dead were still at the graveyard or not, they seemed able to hear the voices of those paying their respects.
Just like the day his roommate Zhang Qiang drowned—he had been able to hear someone calling him from Little White Bridge while he was in the dormitory.
Because his body had been at Little White Bridge.
Uncle Yu nodded.
"Alright! I'll go pay respects to Xiao Rou first thing tomorrow morning."
"Uncle Yu, take me with you tomorrow. I'll go pay respects to Master's wife too."
"I'll go pay respects to Auntie too."
"..."
Both Zhang Yuchen and I spoke up.
Uncle Yu gave an "Mm," but as more and more people gathered around, we stopped discussing the matter.
Uncle Yu did not seem to have much of an appetite either. After smoking a cigarette, he left by himself.
After Uncle Yu left, Zhang Yuchen and I quickly finished dinner as well.
Under the watchful eyes of many Lu Family members, we returned to our quarters.
Once things here were settled, we would be heading to South Island.
So I did not waste any time. The moment I returned to the room, I began regulating my breathing and circulating my energy.
I needed to bring myself into peak condition in the shortest possible time.
I did not stop until midnight, then went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yuchen and I both got up early.
We were going to pay respects to Master's wife today, so Zhang Yuchen and I each found a black coat to wear.
After meeting up with Uncle Yu, we took some joss paper, candles, and other items from the